Athlyne’s one idea was now to get away quickly. The crowd was gathering closely and were beginning to ask questions. One big, intelligent-looking sergeant of police had out his note-book. “May I ask your name, sorr?” “Is that necessary, my good man?” “Well, we have to report, sorr, but” this he said with a confidential look “it mayn’t be necessary to make it public. You see, the lady’s all right, and no one is goin’ to make trouble over a dead horse. Though why any man would want to keep his name out of the papers for a deed like _that_, bates me!” Athlyne beckoned him aside; they leaned against the parapet with their faces towards the river. He had by now taken out his pocket-book and handed the sergeant a bill with a yellow back. The man’s eyes opened when he saw it; and there was more than respect in his voice as he said: “Thank you very much, sorr! Be sure I’ll do all I can. An’ I don’t know that we can’t pull it off nayther; but ye must look out for them blasted kodaks!” “All right sergeant. I’m much obliged for the hint. By the way wasn’t one of your men tumbled over?” “Yes, sorr; but I’m tould he wasn’t hurt, only a bruise or two an’ the skin from off iv his nose.” “Good! You’ll tell the lady, she is sure to be distressed about him. Give him this for me, please. And here is my card. I am at the Manhattan.” “Thank you again, sorr. ’Tis mighty kind of ye. An’ sorr if I may make so bould. If ye want not to be in all the paapers to-morra betther not ride back. There’ll be a million kodaks on the Boulevard.” Just then a tall man raised his hat to Colonel Ogilvie and said: “My motor is here, sir, and I shall be very happy if you will use it for the lady. The chauffeur will leave you where you wish.” “Thank you exceedingly. I shall be very grateful. I dare say I can get somebody to bring my horse to the stables; I couldn’t leave my daughter alone after such a shock.” “I’ll see to it, sorr,” said the sergeant, who had come close. Colonel Ogilvie gave him his card and said: “We are at the Holland House. Come up and see me some time to-morrow morning. I have some gratitude to express to you and your men!” Whilst this conversation was going on a slim young man came up to Athlyne and raising his hat said: “Can I do anything for you, sir. It will be a pleasure I assure you.” Athlyne summed him up a glance as a soldier. “Thanks, old fellow,” he said, impulsively holding out his hand. “You’re a soldier aren’t you--a cavalry man?” “No. Field Artillery 27th Battery. But we’re all cavalry at West Point. I knew you were a soldier when I saw you ride--let alone what you did. What can I do?” “If it wouldn’t trouble you too much I wish you’d get some one to bring my horse to the Exchange in Seventh Avenue. You see I want to avoid all this fuss and kodaking.”